"The blood item is high, and it feels like there should be inflammation." Han Ye stared at the laboratory test in his hand, "But little master, look, this, this, and this one, but they are normal, according to the book, it is completely impossible!" ”

Yang Zixi took the test sheet of Yuwang Zhu Chenyun, frowned and glanced at it, the data is indeed a little strange, several complementary indicators are contrary to each other, contrary to the normal state.

She glanced at Zhu Chenyun, who was lying on the hospital bed flipping through the book, judging from his mental condition, there was no problem, but if he was not sick, what about the blood test results?

"Did he have a fever last night?" Yang Zixi looked up and asked Han Ye.

Han Ye shook his head: "Although I didn't keep vigil, I also came to check once every two hours according to the ward round, and my body temperature has always been normal, and there are no hot flashes and sweating." ”

Yang Zixi nodded, left Han Ye, approached the hospital bed and said to Zhu Chenyun, "Does the prince feel any discomfort?" ”

Zhu Chenyun reluctantly turned his gaze from the book in his hand, and smiled at Yang Zixi: "There's nothing uncomfortable, it's just that it's very uncomfortable to hang your arms all the time." ”

Yang Zixi reached out and touched his arm bones, turned his face to Han Ye and said, "What about the latest film?" I'll take a look. ”

Han Ye walked to the slip pocket hanging in front of the hospital bed, took out the CT film he had just taken, handed it to Yang Zixi and said, "The results on the photo show that the prince's bones are almost recovered, and the plaster can be removed." ”

Yang Zixi held up the film, looked at it through the light coming in from the window, and said, "Done!" Tear it down for him. ”

Hearing this, Han Ye hurriedly said: "The book says that removing the plaster requires a special hand-held chainsaw. Little Master, what is a hand-held chainsaw? Do we have this in the hospital? ”

Yang Zixi was stunned. Scratching his head, he replied, "I don't remember." You go to Yang Huan and ask, she is responsible for collecting everything! ”

Han Ye did as he said.

Yang Zixi motioned for Zhu Chenyun to lie down. took out a thermometer, used alcohol to eliminate the poison, and inserted it directly into Zhu Chenyun's mouth.

Zhu Chenyun held the thermometer in his mouth and said vaguely: "What the hell is this thing for?" It didn't take a few hours to let this king have a hand, is it interesting? ”

"Take your temperature, there is something wrong with your blood indicators, I need to test if you have fever symptoms."

Zhu Chenyun's eyes moved, he pursed his mouth and held the thermometer in his mouth and stopped talking. But my heart was beating hard. He remembered the white pills that Li Xiaofeng brought when he served dinner in the morning, and he also specially asked what the medicine was. Li Xiaofeng said with a smile: Don't ask, it's nothing bad anyway.

One is the master, the other is the apprentice, can the apprentice's tricks be hidden from the master? Zhu Chenyun was a little uncertain at the moment.

Yang Zixi pinched the time and pulled out the thermometer, and the temperature on it was normal.

A few blood items are elevated, and there is no fever or other symptoms, but it is like a side effect reaction to drugs. But in the two months since Zhu Chenyun was recuperating from his injury, she also prescribed him medicine to strengthen his bones in the early stage, but he broke it in the later stage. Mainly because Zhu Chenyun is still young, his bones are still in the growth stage, there is no need to make up too much, and the medicine in the medical hall is also nervous. If you can use less, you can use less. So I haven't given him medication for a month.

How can there be side effects without taking medicine?

Yang Zixi thought about it and asked, "What did the prince eat last night?" What did you eat this morning? ”

Zhu Chenyun pouted and said, "Aren't they the dishes that the chef of your hospital cooked?" What a special diet, the taste is simply unbearable! This king wants to recruit the chef of the palace, but you don't agree! Really! What else do you think the king can eat? ”

Yang Zixi patiently explained: "The taste of our Renhetang's food may not be the best. But it is the most conducive to your injury. During the period of recuperation from fractures, onions, ginger and garlic cannot be eaten. Deep-fried ones cannot be imported. Our chef is really special to cook for you, and her normal cooking skills don't stop there. ”

Zhu Chenyun: "......" feelings were specially made for me to be unpalatable?

After asking Prince Yu. Yang Zixi didn't get any useful information, and he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

Soon Han Ye came back empty-handed.

"Little Master, Yang Huan said that she didn't have a small electric drill to remove the plaster there."

Yang Zixi was stunned for a moment, and secretly said that it was not good, that thing estimated that he had not exchanged it at all!

She touched her nose embarrassedly, glanced at Han Ye, and said, "Han Ye, how are your swordsmanship?" ”

"Swordsmanship?" Han Ye was stunned for a moment, and then said confidently, "My best skill is swordsmanship!" ”

Yang Zixi nodded, took a handkerchief and put it on the table.

"Let's try it, can you pull this veil open with a sword without leaving a mark on the table?"

Han Ye smiled: "It's a piece of cake!" When I practiced, I used two layers of handkerchiefs on top of each other, and only one layer was cut without hurting the second layer! Then he went back to the backyard to get his sword.

Zhu Chenyun was holding the book in his hand, but his mind was no longer there. When Yang Zixi and Han Ye were talking about removing the plaster, he had been paying attention to it, and when he saw that the two of them suddenly turned to swordsmanship at this moment, he had a faint bad premonition in his heart!

Han Ye quickly took his sword and turned back.

His sword had no scabbard and was wrapped around it with a cloth towel. Han Ye unraveled the cloth layer by layer, and inside it was just an ordinary sword, with neither a smooth and flowing blade, nor a delicately carved hilt, and the entire sword was like an ordinary iron paving that took five years of silver to create at will.

Yang Zixi put the handkerchief on the table, glanced at the sword and smiled: "If you really have the ability to say that, this sword will insult you." Otherwise, I'll go to Huaizhou in two days and buy you a new one? ”

Han Ye smiled: "Little Master, you don't understand!" This sword is not about how beautiful it is, but about taking advantage of it! This sword has been with me for ten years, and I know every inch of it well, the weight, the angle, and the feeling of wielding it, all of which must be exactly the same, in order to practice the ability to break the brocade with a sword! ”

Before the words fell, I saw him swing his sword fiercely, and the Jinpa on the table was split in half, and at the same time it was carried up by the sword wind, revealing the smooth and shiny table below.

Yang Zixi nodded, and patted Han Ye's arm with satisfaction: "Okay!" That's great! What an eye-opener! ”

Even Zhu Chenyun's eyes on the hospital bed moved slightly.

Han Ye smiled: "Why did the little master suddenly remember to take the school entrance examination and start my kung fu?" ”

"I'm not testing your kung fu." Yang Zixi smiled, "I'm going to let you split the plaster with a sword!" ”

"Split plaster?" Han Ye was stunned for a moment, and then stared at the plaster cast on Zhu Chenyun's arm.

"No! How can a person use a sword against this king? ”

"No! What should I do if I hurt my blade? ”

Zhu Chenyun and Han Ye spoke against almost at the same time, and then glared at each other.

"If the blade hurts, I'll find the best blacksmith to make it up for you! I can't get you the same amount again! Don't worry! Yang Zixi persuaded Han Ye and ignored Zhu Chenyun's objections.

"And now only your sword can open this plaster, and I can't do it."

In the end, Han Ye persuaded her, but Zhu Chenyun jumped up from the hospital bed, dressed in obscene clothes and barefoot, and was about to run out of the door: "No!" Absolutely not! This king disagrees! ”

"I can't tolerate your consent or disagreement!" Yang Zixi smiled evilly, "Unless you are going to live with a plaster cast for the rest of your life!" ”

"Don't come here! This king didn't ...... You weren't allowed to come...... Yes! How could Zhu Chenyun's dodging voice force Han Ye's movements, only to see him swing his sword, Zhu Chenyun could almost feel the fierce sword qi rushing towards his face!

"Is this going to split the king? It's so unbelievable! As soon as Zhu Chenyun's words fell, he only heard a click, and the plaster on his arm cracked and fell in half.

So fast? Why haven't you felt like it's all split? Before Wang Ye could react, he was only stunned, looking at Han Ye and unable to say a word.

Yang Zixi didn't care about this, she stepped forward and pressed Zhu Chenyun's arm, touching his joint bones and circling around.

"It's a little stiff," she whispered, "please move your arms and do a flexion and stretching exercise." ”

When Zhu Chenyun heard this, he tried to straighten his arm, but after trying his strength, he felt a stiff pain.

"Ben Wang...... What happened to this king? He cried out in shock, "Arms...... Why can't this king's arm move? ”

"Don't worry," Yang Zixi said while holding his elbow, "The plaster cast has been in place for too long, and the joints are sticky!" It's not a big problem, you can recover by doing more rehabilitation. Lord, I'm afraid that the next days of recuperation will be very hard, but it's not like hanging an arm to be idle and panicking, Lord Wang, your situation should be arranged for at least three hours a day for rehabilitation! ”

When Zhu Chenyun heard this, his face turned white!

Yang Zixi still arranged for Han Ye to be responsible for supervising Zhu Chen's arm rehabilitation, and he took the blood sample test sheet to the West Chamber, ready to take a look at the other two patients.

When I walked to the patio, I ran into Song Xiujuan, and I saw her holding a night pot in her hand, and she ran over in a panic.

"Little master! Lo and behold! There are blue crystals on the wall of this night's pot! Bumped into Yang Zixi, Song Xiujuan said as if she had seen a savior, "I found it when I was pouring a night pot for the prince just now, I don't know what this thing is, and I didn't dare to wash it." ”

Yang Zixi pinched his nose and glanced at the night pot, and found that there was indeed a layer of light blue crystals on the inner wall of the pot.

Her heart moved, and she smiled at Song Xiujuan and said, "You observed very carefully, who did you learn from?" ”

"The three girls in the same room, my ears are calloused when I listen to her reading every day! Along the way, I made a note of some. Song Xiujuan saw that her discovery was recognized, although she didn't know what kind of role it would play, but she was very excited in her heart.

"By the way? Really attentive. Yang Zixi said, "Chen Yuqing showed you her textbook?" ”

"Look," Song Xiujuan scratched her head and said embarrassedly, "It's a pity that I can't read and write, so I don't understand." ”

Yang Zixi didn't feel a little regretful in her heart, Song Xiujuan was a suitable object for training, but it was a pity that she was illiterate, and now she didn't have time to start cultivating by teaching people to read.

As for the blue crystals...... She had an idea in her mind. (To be continued......)